Addicted to You (Addicted #1)

Can we only be invited inside if you understand our costumes?” Connor asks. He cranes his neck to look past the host’s shoulder. “Because I think I spot a Sweeny Todd in there, and I know for a fact you’ve never heard of him.

Cheekbones that cut like ice and eyes like liquid scotch. Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesn't even know it.

He couldn't want someone like me.

He's my drug that I gladly consume.

I don’t understand why we have to do this right now.” He scoots his chair into the table. “Because, Lily Calloway, you seem like the type of girl who will never return my calls.

I glance back at Connor and Rose and realize they’ve been pretty much silent. They just stare at each other for a really, really long time, as though talking through their eyes. “Is this what smart people do?” I whisper to Lo. “They must have some superhuman telepathic power that we don’t have.

I hate that I had to pull out my wallet and buy respect.

I know what you want, and you don't need to take it. I can give it to you.

I'll always be yours.No distance or time apart will change that,Lily.

I love all of you.

I love you, but I want to love you enough that I never choose alcohol over you. Not even for a moment. I want to be someone you deserve.

I’m dirty,” I refute, hot tears brimming. “You don’t want me.” His face twists in pain. “I don’t think that. Neither should you.” His lips graze my neck and then find my ear. “Lil, I want you to ask me. I need you to.” He presses his forehead to my temple, gently edging me closer to the mattress, his hands tight on my hips. I continue to struggle for breath. I know what he wants now. He wants this to be real. So do I. “Help me,” I say, breathlessly.

I needed him to fulfill a desire, one that does nothing but torment me. And he’s reminding me of everything I hate about myself.

In this moment, I'm yours.

I sincerely think that Connor is asexual. Like a sponge. He probably wouldn't even notice if you hit on him.

I try to imagine what type of girl Connor would seek, but she seems unfathomable--like a hazy picture with only her brain showing.

I wait for him to say the words, I'm done pretending.

I want to live here. In his arms. Where I know it's safe.

Just repeat this phrase whenever you feel the urge to jump some other guy’s bones.”
His mouth brushes my ear. “Loren Hale fucks better.

Le me try to be enough for you.

No means no. I don’t care when you say it, Lily. Once it’s out there, it’s out there. Any halfway decent guy would have backed off.

No one told me you can love someone and still be miserable. How is that possible?

Obviously he wants Nola to think he's an upstanding boyfriend, but the only girlfriend Loren Hale will ever treat well is his bottle of bourbon.

Promises from Lo are like bars at 2 a.m.--empty.

She waltzes into the apartment, her Chanel handbag swinging on her arm like a weapon. Rose frightens children, pets, and even grown males with her icy eyes and chilling glares.

The fear of losing each other is always stronger than the pain we cause.

Three years later and drowning in lies, we’re suddenly prepared to lose everything for the chance at something real.

Wait for me.” The words come out choked and pained. “I need you to wait for me.

Where will I be? What will I be? White empty space fills the void, unsure of what picture to paint.

You're a permanent fixture in my life. You're not going anywhere.